Hugh gripped the center of his pole, using long sweeping motions to block Erin's attacks. If he were two dimensional it would have left him very open, but if Erin got to close he'd just kind of poke her with one end.

Hugh's gloved were magnetic, the pole was just a rod of iron. "Are those steel toe boots?" Hugh asked, when Erin kicked his hands he winced but his gloves stuck to the pole, there was a special trick to dislodging the pole from the gloves.

Ivan did his best to help keep Cristina from slipping, but ended up slipping himself and falling to the ground, he laughed at himself.

Hugh followed Erin inside, he slid his hands out of the gloves and set the pole against the door. "Are you feeling alright?" Hugh asked her, he was actually a little out of breath, she had nearly had him while they were sparring, she had given up one move before she won.

(My mom wants to spend time with me, I'll be back in about three and a half hours, possibly less.)

Rain nodded and sat on the floor so she wouldn't drop her only sister. Hugh lightly kissed Erin's cheek.

Ivan walked in and got them seated at a table for two, "now, all you have to do is take a bowl and fill it with anything you want, and they'll cook it for you on that iron over there." Ivan pointed to a large black disk about the size of a dinner table.